Disclaimer: Don't Own Castle.

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Fear. A stressful emotion aroused by impending danger.

"Everything I did, was for you," he said as he took a step closer to her. Dark shadows cast across his face, making him appear scary instead of caring and concerned, "I did it for us,"

"What have you become?" Beckett yelled back at him as she stepped further away from him. He raised his hand to her, "Don't touch me," she said with warning evident in her tone.

"I love you," he stated as he tried to step closer once more.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked him. It was like he was an entirely new person, definitely not the man she was in love with. She pulled her gun out and held it in front of her body as protection, but he didn't flinch. She fiddled with her gun and almost lost grip. There were no bullets left. She dropped it and ran at him with force, swinging with her right fist and instantly causing him to fall to the floor. She gave her fist a quick shake before running in the opposite direction. Tears streaming freely down her face.

When she thought she was far enough from him, she stopped at reached in her pocket for her cell phone, when suddenly a hand grasped her throat and another hand covered her screams.

Distress. Anxiety or sorrow caused by physical or mental suffering.

She struggled against the strong grip he had on her. She had never felt like this before. Like there was nothing she could do. She needed help, but…what if the person she needed help from was the person she was trying to save?

She managed to stop panicking long enough so that she could subdue her assailant in some way. She elbowed him in the ribs. He groaned and unconsciously loosened his grip on her.

"Castle," she said quietly under her breath. He started to come towards her, she pushed him away. He fell to the floor. She staggered backward fumbling for her cell. She kept fumbling, without noticing his arm reaching from the floor across to her leg. With on swift yank, he pulled her down to the floor. She yelped as he head hit the floor, knocking her out cold.

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Beckett awoke from lying across her arm at her desk. She was welcomed by the heavenly smell of fresh coffee at 9 o'clock in the morning. She raised her head to meet Ryan and Esposito's concerned eyes.

"We let ourselves in," Espo spoke up. Espo, Lanie and Ryan had all come to Beckett's place. She ignored the comment and walked to her personal murder board, grabbing the disposable coffee cup as she went. She stood back and stared at the faux murder board she had created in her own home. Ryan noticed Beckett's jaw physically and noticeably clench. She rubbed her eyes out of fatigue.

"You need to get sleep. I know you've been up all night racking your brains about this. Did you learn nothing from what your mother's case did to you?" Lanie said as she placed a comforting hand on Beckett's back.

Love. Profound affection towards another person.

"He's not dead," she said sternly and confidently, "Castle is missing. He's not dead Lanie. I know he's not,"

"I wasn't saying that," Lanie said gently. Ryan and Espo silently caught Lanie's attention and signalled they were leaving. She nodded before turning back to Beckett and examining her tired face. She swallowed before speaking, "Leave it to the police,"

"I am the police. I can't just sit here," she half yelled. Lanie nodded sadly in understanding, "It's been four days," Beckett's voice broke, "They're not doing their job if they haven't found him after four days,"

"You had the nightmare again, didn't you?" Lanie asked gently yet suddenly somewhat out of the blue, "Did he attack you again?"

Beckett nodded, "But it was different," she stated quietly, "I was closer…to saving Castle," she looked down to her feet, "I was getting my cell and I was going to…call him. For help," she choked the last few words out.

Lanie looked back at Beckett's made up murder board for Castle. She noticed Beckett staring longingly at the picture of Castle's bright face, "Stop calling it a nightmare. Its fine, I'm fine. Fear is only in the mind Lanie,"

"Clearly. Look, you know he was only trying to protect you," Lanie said. Beckett looked at her. He wasn't trying to protect her; it was much more than that. But she couldn't tell Lanie that, she couldn't tell anyone. She knew that she had to, eventually.

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A/N: I'm not sure what genre this story really is, but I have been told that it has some angst. If you don't think so then can you please let me know? (Granted, the person who told me the genre knows the whole plot line)